Glock 44 (Lost Tapes 2022)

[Verse]

Look, uh

Rose pull up all cash, he get money

Glock 44 in the stash, he get funny

Niggas playing with me funny, he get dummy

We play the cards like Jim Rummy

I’m talking ice from the bottom of the ocean

Bitches that wave lotion on my body when we sun soaking

She in that sundress, buns poking, car, wallet, and funds open

The mother wrap cash, she fuck with her, unspoken

I lay the dick down, she laying her wig down

Felt like we was doing fitness for all of them six rounds

It’s like she babysitting whenevеr the kid in town

Cause wherеver I go, shorty watching, sit around

You get it now, ge-geah, used to shop at the sears

I used to use the re-up for pussy, power, and sneakers

It’s bitches on my hips like beepers, I play a hit like speakers

I’m in a rib like eaters, I swear to everything

All cash here in the loose change, money, and movesains

Left side a hunnid strip covered in blue paint

I’m Lou Will, two twin bitches kicking back like they Liu Kang

Trying to try some new things

Nowadays, we do business, we don’t do streets

Why do the crime? I already got the news reach

TMZ on standby for any single rule I breach

Cars closing new receipts, this life crazy, uh

Smoke a cigar blowing this far

My bitch like ash in the wind, she blowing the car

Spectators want to know my marriage

You want is Black Leprechaun, the apple fritter pecan, uh

Pulling on a pull up, telling my hoes pull up

Break a back, what up? Telling my ex, what up?

The yacht hunnid footer, bitches wishing they would’ve

Should’ve, could’ve, but didn’t, give them my good riddance

The industry tried to lock me out, but the hood didn’t

Now I’m on fire, pen out the oven with good mittens

I take them years back, I was telling them the vision

Saying you supported me, nigga, no, the fuck you didn’t, yeah

Buzz in the air, PJ still cutting my hair

My jeans ruffle and flare, she got that freak look in her face

I’m trying to get the clutch of her hair, Brampton boy was taking out the bus to Bovaird

Said I’m elegant, but inside the room, I’m an elephant

Still to this day, Mid Jordan the only reason I’m still relevant

Sexy little bitches on the peloton, peloton them hoes wonder what the hell I’m on, I swear

This remind me of tour in the bus, diamonds are glow in the flush

Dimes, I’m rolling them up, dimes, I’m stroking them up

Different set of VVS’s times, I’m holding them up

Water on my neck, nigga, cold as a fuck nigga

I stunt so hard, they want to be Tory

Bitches on my dick, saying that kid is mine

But I ain’t trying to be Maury

Let alone, standing on a light like Mike, I’m talking Billie Jean story

Got a flight around 7:40, and if I miss it, I just call a Tory

And if he miss it, I just call GP, the private flight make it more easy

I miss both, we call Los, and some more TP, yeah

Bitches on my cellular, none of them is regular

Canadian born here, I’m an alien, no predator

I stunt so hard down to the cause, more competitive

I tell you niggas step it up, go ahead, put your better up

[Outro]

It’s Tory, nigga, yeah, I swear

I’m like fine wine, I get better with the ages, nigga

Yeah